Wednesday was Meet the Teacher day for Ellie. I put a cute peasant skirt on her with a little halter, because I knew that was something she can't wear to school. To top it off, I suggested she wear a headband with a pink flower on it.
This sent MC into a tailspin. She WAS NOT going to wear a bow, nor was she going to wear a ribbon. Nope. She wanted that headband. I promised her she could wear it the next day to meet her own teacher. WWIII almost ensued, but not before Mary Claire agreed to wear another headband. Goodness.
This little firecracker decided to turn into the meekest little thing ever the next day at her Meet the Teacher. Mary Claire would not say a word to her teacher, then proceeded to color a picture of a hamburger green with about three strokes of a crayon and say she was done. But don't worry friends, she had on the headband.
To add to the excitement of meeting their teachers, each girl decided that at midnight after the big day, they would throw up. In their beds. Lovely. So I've spent the last two nights cleaning up, well, you know, in the middle of the night.
That brings me to Robert's hair. It's crazy-long for a boy in our house.
He was supposed to go get it cut this afternoon, but then the whole throw-up phenom happened. I'm seriously considering just trimming the sides myself.
It's funny to me that he has far more hair than the girls ever did at this age! I may or may not sometimes take a bow and just stick it in there. You know, just to see. And it stays perfectly, and he doesn't touch it. Of course.
So that's where we are right now. We all need haircuts, our house is bleached from top to bottom, and the girls have fabulous teachers waiting for them on Monday!
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Just have him wear that cute birthday hat he had on in the previous blog!
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